It was hot.'' ''Kiss me, Sylvia, you pig. Only a real pig would do something as slutty as that. Kiss me, let's see if he left any of it in your mouth....You may be a pig, but I love it when you get some fingers in me. Now I'm going to beg YOU for it. Sylvia, please, please, finger my pussy the way you do. If I find one bit of cum in your mouth that you didn't share with me, I'm going to beat your ass black and blue. Whenever I see you get a load in your mouth, it makes me so hot. When I saw you. I got a clear view of his tan and muscled back, before he undid his belt on his jeans. He stopped after a second and turned around with an embarrassed flush on his face. ‘Sorry, I forgot. I usually just sleep like this…’ ‘No it’s fine, really. Just act like you normally would. Pretend I’m not here.’ He smiled over his shoulder before he turned around again and slid his jeans to the floor. He picked them up and threw them on the chair. I tried not to stare, but at this point, I knew it was. Now we don't have to worry about paying the rent." Ellen," Kalola said, "you make me ashamed for all the bad things I hollered at you the night you stood up Mike Fuda." Me, too," Lynn echoed.Ellen shrugged. "That's okay. I didn't really want to be a blackmailer anyway. I'd rather just fuck and have lots of boy friends, and maybe sell some ass once in a while when some square slob like a tourist wants it. I'm not so mad at guys as you chicks are."Lynn gulped hard and took the plunge. "I haven't. Everyone was asking why are you guys here. Rohit gave me a smile. He understood and calmed the crowd down.They told it was about 12 and that we have to start the count down for new years. We went inside and celebrated with everyone else. But the whole time I and Shweta were beside each other. Giving each other naughty smiles and touching each other whenever we could.The heat was just not dying out. In fact, it made us hornier. As soon as the celebration ended, I told everyone that we are.